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After a careful search, the results were satisfactory.

No trace of any survivors was found.

At this point, the Space Wolves successfully blocked Lorgar's path to seek external assistance, leaving the Word Bearers even more isolated and helpless in the impending crisis.

Chapter 293: Erebus's Skinning, the Destruction of the Perfect City

Lorgar was furious, as any other Primarch would have been filled with righteous indignation had they encountered such a situation.

He had earlier sent a team of Word Bearers, hoping they would seek assistance from other brother legions, but now there was no news. With a little thought, it was clear that the support team must have been intercepted midway.

At this moment, the two Queen of Glory planes were parked above his planet without any scruples, like two heavy clouds, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Lorgar had been lurking patiently near the Glory of Macragge, tightly grasping the scepter that symbolizes power in his hand, vowing to teach Guilliman a lesson he would never forget.

Not only Lorgar, the entire Word Bearers Legion had the same idea. They were ready to fight and prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

I have to say, there seems to be some kind of wonderful connection between the Primarchs.

At this moment, the hatch of the Queen of Glory slowly opened.

In an instant, all the Primarchs and Word Bearers were on high alert, ready for battle.

However, no one expected that a black shadow flashed by like a ghost, directly passing over Luo Jia who was on high alert in front, and pounced directly towards Erebus behind him.

Erebus had no time to dodge at all. He saw Koz extend his nails like lightning, easily penetrate his solid ceramic armor, and then pierce his heart fiercely.

In an instant, blood spurted out like a sharp arrow.

Luo Jia was furious to the extreme and burst into a roar like a shock: "Koz!" Of course he recognized Koz, but he never expected that this guy would act so barbarically and bloody.

Luo Jia was extremely anxious and immediately picked up the scepter, desperately wanting to rush forward to stop Curze from continuing to commit violence.

However, at this moment, a deafening thunder roared.

It turned out that Huile appeared in front of him in an instant and blocked his way.

"Wait, brother, don't be impulsive." Hui Le hurriedly persuaded, "You must be eager to understand why the Emperor ordered the destruction of your unfinished perfect city. We will explain the reason to you right now."

As he spoke, Hui Le muttered to himself an obscure and difficult spell, while his fingers kept making complex gestures.

Following Hui Le's actions, Erebus, who was originally surrounded by a group of Primarchs, seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and dared not move at all.

The psychic magic performed by Hui Le was like an invisible yet powerful force, penetrating directly into Erebas's mind.

Eribas suddenly felt as if his head was about to be torn apart. He struggled desperately, twisting his limbs wildly, trying to get rid of the invading psychic energy, but it was all in vain. He was completely powerless to resist.

Then, the most despicable and blasphemous belief emerged from Erebus's mind like black smoke and appeared before everyone.

I saw that the embodiment of faith was filled with horrifying scenes: endless bloodthirsty desires, as if to devour all living things in the world; vicious curses like sharp poisonous stings, emitting a disgusting breath, as if they could curse all beauty; and all kinds of twisted ideas that violated morality and common sense, like hideous monsters, rolling and roaring in this fog of faith.

Everyone looked at this scene with expressions of shock and disgust.

Huile said bluntly with a serious expression, "Brother, it's not that any of our Primarchs are targeting you. Each of us longs for the reunion of the Primarchs more than anyone else. You have always claimed to be a devout believer in the Emperor, but look at your faith. It is neither pure nor truly devoted. Even the faith of your heir, Erebus, is not, as you claim, the unwavering respect for the God-Emperor."

Hearing Hui Le's ruthless words, Luo Jia's face instantly showed shame and his whole face turned red.

He had always prided himself on his pure faith in the Emperor, but he had never expected such a serious problem to be exposed from Erebus.

At this moment, he heard Erebus's painful scream again.

The voice was like a sharp knife, piercing Luo Jia's heart again and again, making him feel more and more ashamed.

Lorgar quickly turned his gaze to Erebus, and the scene that came into his eyes made him feel mixed emotions: Erebus was being skinned alive by Curze, and the bloody scene was shocking, and it was being cruelly performed in front of Lorgar and a group of Word Bearers.

After learning that Erebus was a heretic, the Word Bearers and Lorgar beside him felt a strange sense of comfort in their hearts as they watched him suffer such torture.

Once, they considered Erebus a companion, but they had no idea that he held such blasphemous beliefs.

At this moment, seeing the pain of the man who betrayed their beliefs seemed to wash away the shame they felt for being deceived to a certain extent. Although the scene was extremely bloody, the resentment and humiliation deep in their hearts were somewhat vented through it.

As Erebus's screams echoed, the soldiers of the Second and Thirteenth Legions suddenly appeared.

The soldiers of the Second Legion, wearing red-gold armor, and the soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion, wearing azure armor, had stern expressions and firm steps.

They seemed to be deaf to Erebus's miserable cries and marched in unison towards the perfect city forged by the Word Bearers.

Each step was steady and powerful, as if carrying some unquestionable mission, about to launch an unknown action against this city that embodies Luo Jia's hard work but is overshadowed by the problem of heresy.

"Alright, Luo Jia, my brother," Hui Le said in a crisp tone, getting straight to the point. "Your Perfect City is destined to be destroyed. This is an unchangeable fact. Moreover, if we talk about who should be held responsible, it will primarily fall on you. Therefore, we will give you ample time to arrange for the evacuation of the people in Perfect City."

Hui Le urgently hopes to resolve this matter as soon as possible.

Her words undoubtedly touched upon the deepest fears of Lorgar and the Word Bearers.

But they were powerless to refute this. After all, Erebus was in the hands of Curze at this moment and was suffering the torture of being skinned.

All the Word Bearers cursed Erebus in their hearts. They felt that this heretic should be dealt with by them, the Word Bearers themselves.

In their opinion, the Primarch Curze was too lenient in punishing Erebus by merely skinning him.

At the signal of Lorgar, the genetic father of the Word Bearers, a considerable number of the Word Bearers present went to evacuate the people in the Perfect City.

This perfect city embodies the countless efforts of an entire legion of the Word Bearers, but at this moment, it is destined to be destroyed.

Every Word Bearer had mixed feelings in their hearts, including anger towards Erebus and reluctance and helplessness about the impending disappearance of the Perfect City.

The Word Bearers acted quickly and began to evacuate the people in the Perfect City.

They looked hurried and walked quickly as they shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city.

For those who were unwilling to move because they were attached to their homes or had doubts, the Word Bearers did not hesitate at all and forcibly carried them out.

They knew time was of the essence, and perhaps it was the most shameful heresy the Word Bearers could not utter.

The fate of destruction is approaching this city step by step.

Every second of delay may increase the danger.

Around Erebus, the Primarchs gathered, including Lorgar, Klax, Guilliman, Huile, and Aurora.

They stood quietly, their eyes focused on Curze, watching him slowly peel off the last layer of skin from Erebus.

Erebus had already screamed in so much pain that he could no longer make any sound.

Blood was flowing on the ground beneath him, gathering into a large area of ​​crimson, like a shocking sea of ​​blood.

However, for them as Astartes, such bloody scenes were not uncommon. They had seen too many cruel wars and punishments. It was just that at this moment, this scene seemed particularly complicated in this particular situation.

Aurora looked at Lorgar and said in an unquestionable tone: "Brother, you and your Word Bearers must kneel in front of the Perfect City and witness it being completely destroyed and turned into ruins before you can stand up." After that, she handed the data tablet in her hand to Lorgar. The content of the mission issued by the Emperor was clearly displayed on it, and every word seemed to carry the majesty that could not be disobeyed.

Luo Jia looked at the words on the data board, feeling mixed emotions.

He understood that this was the Emperor's will. No matter how much reluctance and pain he felt in his heart, he was powerless to change this predetermined outcome.

The Word Bearers beside him also had gloomy expressions. They looked at the perfect city they had built with all their efforts, which was about to be destroyed, but they could only obey this cruel order.

At this moment, hatred for Erebus spread like a thick miasma among the Primarchs and the Word Bearers.

The hatred seemed to materialize, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Erebus's actions not only betrayed their common beliefs, but also dragged the Perfect City into a desperate situation, triggering a series of irreversible changes.

The Primarchs stared at the dying Erebus with cold eyes, the disgust and anger in their hearts were beyond words.

The Word Bearers were even more furious, feeling that Erebus's actions had brought shame upon the entire Legion and rendered all their efforts in vain. This hatred, under the shadow of the Perfect City's impending destruction, grew even more intense, seemingly threatening to devour Erebus completely.

The Word Bearers who had just gone to disperse the people hurried over and reported to Lorgar: "Sir, all the people have been dispersed."

"It seems that we should move on to the next step now." Aurora just wanted to get this matter over with quickly, and immediately urged Luo Jia and others.

Luo Jia took a deep look in the direction of Curze, his eyes full of complex emotions, then turned around and led the Word Bearers towards the Perfect City.

Arriving in front of the Perfect City, Lorgar and all the Word Bearers slowly knelt.

They gazed at this city, the result of countless efforts, with sad and helpless expressions, and the air was filled with a heavy and depressing atmosphere.

Inside the City of Perfect Beauty, 35 Astartes were methodically carrying out the task of destroying the city.

The gears of the chainsaw sword turned rapidly, making a sharp buzzing sound.

However, when the saw teeth touch those solid walls, it is often difficult to break them down easily. Many walls only leave shallow marks and still stand firmly.

"Fuck." Even Aurora, who was usually calm, couldn't help but curse under her breath when she saw this.

Immediately, she decisively ordered, "Switch to the power hammer!" The chainsword had been chosen initially primarily for its low cost and ease of mass production. But now, it seemed like the only option was to switch to the power hammer, despite the undeniable expense. After all, the power hammer, both in terms of subsequent maintenance and overall cost, far outweighed the chainsword.

As the power hammer came on the scene, a series of dull and powerful "bang, bang, bang" sounds were heard, accompanied by the loud noise of the wall being smashed down by the giant hammer, and dust flew up.

Every loud noise seemed to hit the Word Bearers' hearts hard. That was the perfect city they had poured countless efforts into building, but now it was gradually heading towards destruction amidst these loud noises.

Even though the Word Bearers of Astartes had their own unique perspectives on the faith of the God-Emperor and firmly believed that their own beliefs were not biased, when they witnessed with their own eyes the perfect city, the fruit of their labor of love, collapsing before their eyes, even if they were enhanced supermen, they could not bear the heavy burden at this moment.

Kneeling on the ground, their bodies couldn't stop trembling slightly, and their hearts felt deeply hurt.

Even the Primarch Lorgar was in the same state. His eyes were filled with pain and reluctance, and his body became somewhat unstable under this huge impact.

However, the Divine Emperor's orders were as heavy as a mountain, and they could only continue to kneel there, watching the Perfect City gradually move towards destruction, letting the roar of destruction strike their souls again and again.

From within the Immaculate City, Guilliman watched as Aurora herself wielded her hammer, destroying the colossal statue of the Emperor.

Aurora's movements were decisive and powerful, and each hammer struck with great impact.

She first smashed the emperor statue's leg with a hammer, and with a loud "bang", one of the statue's legs broke.

Then, another hammer hit him, and the other leg was broken.

The statue, having lost its support, collapsed with a loud thud, shattering rubble and breaking into pieces on the ground.

However, Aurora did not stop there. She raised the hammer again and smashed it hard on the head of the Emperor's statue. With a "crack", the Emperor's head was instantly smashed and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

This scene seemed to completely destroy a certain symbol, and an indescribable shock permeated the ruins.

The shock brought by this scene was like a turbulent undercurrent, surging wildly in Guilliman's heart.

The emperor's statue, which once symbolized supreme majesty and faith, fell apart under Aurora's hammer. Every time the hammer fell and every piece of debris flew, it seemed to hit his soul heavily.

Guilliman witnessed this powerful scene with mixed feelings.

This is not only the destruction of a statue, but also represents the broken reconstruction of a belief and an order.

He stood there, staring at the wreckage, the waves deep in his heart unable to calm down for a long time. The aftermath of this shock will linger in his heart for a long time, and he will feel more and more guilty towards the Word Bearer.

It also affects his thinking about the future situation and his own mission.

Chapter 294 Faith

"How did you realize that Erebus was a heretic? I'm very curious about your abilities." Hui Le transmitted the voice directly into Koz's mind through the psychic communication he constructed.

"I thought that the goddess of wisdom praised by the people of the empire could see through it at a glance." Koz teased the sister he met for the first time, while playing with Erebus, who was covered in blood and had no trace of skin.

At this moment, Erebus was like an object placed in a bloody drawer.

"No matter how smart you are, you still have to rely on clues to infer. And as Aurora said, if you have a mouth but don't ask, you are a fool." Hui Le looked calm and did not show any disgust at the bloody scene in front of him.

Clarks, who was originally standing next to her, left silently because he didn't like this torturous scene, but he didn't say anything to stop her.

"It's a prophecy. I learned it by foreseeing the future." Coze said bluntly.

"No wonder." Hui Le instantly understood the reason and continued, "But I still have to thank you very much. If you hadn't told me that heretics like Erebus had infiltrated Lorgar's army, disaster might have already occurred."

"I couldn't even imagine it at the time. If we let the situation develop and three or four legions got caught in a melee, how many people would die and how many planets would be destroyed?" Hui Le sighed.

"So, the main reason why the Emperor ordered you to destroy the Perfect City was actually because the Word Bearers were too inefficient. But when you said it, it turned into the Word Bearers' impure faith, and therefore they had to bear the consequences of the destruction of the Perfect City." Curze responded.

"That's right. But if the Primarch's painstaking efforts to build the Perfect City were to be destroyed simply because of inefficiency, it would only intensify Lorgar's hostility towards the Emperor. That's why we used Erebus, so that Lorgar could witness the destruction of the Perfect City with his own eyes, convinced and without any excuse."

Huile said as he turned his gaze towards Koz.

She found that the brother's face was too pale and he looked very similar to Clarks who had just left.

"Oh, okay. You are exactly like Guilliman, a female version of Guilliman." Curze rolled his eyes helplessly, then turned his head and continued to concentrate on creating his bloody "work".

Erebus was covered in blood.

It seemed that in his eyes, the conversation had ended, and he was in high spirits with the "creation" at hand.

"My brother, has anyone ever told you that you are like a replica of Clarks?" Hui Le said.

"I've heard this countless times. I've heard it countless times in the ventilation ducts of Ultramar. Clarks is indeed a favorite. I can only imagine what a perfect monster I would become if the Emperor could love me as much as he loves him." Curze's eyes were full of longing when he talked about Clarks.

Well, this guy really has a lot of yearning for Clarks.

As for Huile, she actually has the same aspirations.

She envied Perturabo's exceptional manufacturing abilities, his gift for transforming creative ideas into magnificent realities; at the same time, she admired Guilliman's multi-threaded operational abilities, his ability to manage so many affairs in an orderly manner.

These abilities are what she appreciates and yearns for the most.